Neon collides with the sky at night to light these moments
dear soft memory times
flash crash moments of music
walking the plank the neon light collides
with new money and old history,
sing that song that resides
with a much battered briefcase hidden in the circus caravan,
the color becomes light,
the sound becomes night
there are many who improvise and many who plan
but music breaks free,
it’s only our life,
there are lights colliding with words here
but nothing good might come of this,
there are reasons for hope, reasons for fear,
chaos gives flavor to the light in our dreams,
it only needs sound,
it only takes courage,
the collision is mere alchemy
all is not what it seems.